Catherine
Hi Everyone!
Dear Toiletstool Friends,
I'm sorry that I've been away so long. We have been so busy! Life is hectic now and it's prevented me from posting regularly. Speaking of regularity, I'm still going twice daily as I maintain my high fiber diet filled with vegetarian recipes. I turn 41 today! So, I'm really happy to be maintaining good bowel habits that are also very satisfying.
I am reading your posts and wish that I had more time to interact. To my fellow SPAS, I hope you all are well! Miss hearing from you!
To Victoria B, Mina (and the 3 crushes), Carlie B, Anna from Austria, Jenny SIS, Bianca and others, I love reading your posts! I hope that you all are well!
I hope everyone is doing well and dooing well!
Love to all!
Catherine!Kaycha
Wet pants
So yesterday was not a good day. 2 accidents. I've been doing pretty well lately. Numerous close calls and the usually dribbling but NO accidents in like 2 weeks so no pullups. Well first off I misjudged how bad I needed to potty and I thought I could finish making breakfast first. Then I leaked a little. I grabbed my crotch and nearly bent double as the urge was now a raging 8. I knew I was about to go in my pants. I held my vagina as hard as I could and waddled desperately to the bathroom. I got there with a very damp crotch but it was a little late and I couldn't get my pants unbuttoned quickly enough. I went on the floor. I stared at the growing puddle around my socks as I peed hard and desperate. The door opened and my boyfriend stepped in. He saw my tears and my pants soaked to my socks. He held me and then walked me down the hall to our bedroom. He tried my tears and then asked if he could change me. I said ok. He peeled off my soaked pants and panties then used baby wipes to wipe down my legs and vagina. Later that evening I went to Target. Midway thru shopping I needed to potty so I left my cart and hurried to the bathroom. My heart sank. The stalls were occupied. I stood against the wall squirming trying to hold back my dribbles not very successfully.. Then it happened. My bladder gsve up and pee started running in my pants splashing over my shoes. I finished on the floor but luckily black pants. I mopped up my puddle with paper towels and fled. I didn't need the toilet anymore. Back to pullups for now.
Anna from Austria
@Braidy I am glad you enjoyed my story. For me it was not enjoyable but could have been worse. Luckily nobody saw me and no one figured it out that had to drive home with dirty panties.
Writing an essay about such things sounds quite funny though I have to admit as long you do not to do public reading.
ps
The lack of toilet paper in the evening is still thing as it seems. Had to work overtime again on Thuesday and wanted to went for a wee befor driving home by buss. Again no toilet paper left in the stalls and no paper left for the hands.
I was prepared this time though. Afte the unfortunate last event I always have 2 packages of paper hankerchiefs with me in my handbag. So I had no problems this time.
greetings from Austria
AnnaWilla
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Hi!! First time poster…After a few drinks recently, I was feeling relaxed, and decided to do a little google search to see if my longtime fascination with pooping was weird or not! Came across this site and…thank you all so much!!! I'm normal!!….I've always been fascinated with pooping…the feeling (amazing!), the sounds, doing it around others…hearing other girls poop side by side with me in public restrooms has always been a thrill!…I'm just so glad that others appreciate this!!
For my first story, I'll share my experiences with my girlfriend…When we first got together, there was an immediate connection and comfort level. One of the first times she stayed the night, I awoke with a relatively urgent need to empty my bowels. I first went to the kitchen to get coffee going and such, but soon enough I had to evacuate…I went to the bathroom, which is like 2 feet from the kitchen. She was seated at the kitchen table….I had pretty major butterflies, but also was feeling very comfortable with her, so I thought now is my moment…I'm not going to close the door…I sat, and almost immediately, one of the loudest, sloppiest poops I've ever taken burst forth from my butthole…and it wasn't quick. Wave after wave came, punctuated with explosive gas. I sat there mortified for a few minutes. Even with the full knowledge that I've enjoyed countless moments like these with strangers, doing this is front of my lover was different… I finally wiped and went to face my fate….
Sorry babe, I said, as i gingerly entered the room…without batting an eye, she simply said, "it's body sounds. We all make them. What are you worried about?"…Relief cascaded over me, and we went on with our morning. Fortunately, things have only gotten more comfortable! A little while further on, I awoke with that telling need to go, and proceeded right to the toilet. Halfway through a large, satisfying turd exiting my butt, she came out of the bedroom and into the bathroom. Pardon me, dear, she said, as she went to the mirror to put in her contacts. My turd plopped with a huge splash, and I squeezed out two more. Realizing I was done, I knew I needed to wipe, but felt a little strange with my sweetie standing literally a few inches from me at the mirror, I overcame the fear, however, and grabbed some paper and started to wipe. In all honesty it was truly an intimate moment, just experiencing one of life's private yet completely normal moments with your lover. I love my sweetie, and being able to be myself completely in front of her is so freeing!
As it goes, she was initially a little shy and would partially close the door, but just recently on a vacation at a cabin in the wilderness, with the bathroom only feet from the bed, she sat down, door wide open, and took a thunderous, shameless dump! I was so proud, and more than a bit turned on, but she wiped and left the bathroom with no comment and crawled into bed, so I just let it ride, knowing we had achieved a true peace and comfort level with each other!
Anyways…so glad I found this site!! Looking forward to reading your experiences and sharing more of mine!!
Mike
Survey
How many times a day do you poo ?
Does your poo plop loudly in the toilet?
How long do you spend on the toilet to poop?
Do you ever get splashback when you poo?
Do you prefer wooden or plastic toilet seats?
What is your favourite kind of poo to have?
Do you ever put tissue in the toilet when you poo in public to stop plop sounds?
Carin
Why do school-age guys hate crapping?
I'm a sophomore now in college. Since I started tutoring guys after school in like 7th grade and then child-sitting on most weekends I've noticed that so many guys have a hangup about crapping away from home. They've defied the school administration by running home to crap after school and then coming back for their required 60 minutes of math help. I get behind on my tutoring schedule and finish perhaps 30 minutes later. I was 13 and child-sitting Morris two weekends a month. We'd be at a movie or the city hockey rink where he played a club schedule. I could smell his need to sit for a shit from his 9-year-old butt, but Morris refused to go in and take care of business. On one Sunday I did a pee and a crap at the arena, but he wanted to hold his until we got back to my house. He was in real pain during the 20-minute city bus ride, especially since the bus had several riders and stopped a lot. Once we got off at our stop, I truly had to pee and I took him into a c-store. I opened the guys' door, turned on the light and told him to go to it. Then I went into the ladies' toilet and took a mega-satisfying pee. When I came out, the guys' door was open and Morris was nowhere around. When I looked outside, he was already a half block into the three-minute walk to my house. I couldn't catch up with him. My parents were gone and he was sitting on the front steps totally pissed off at me. He was on the toilet within a few seconds of my letting him in. The next day when his mom came to pick him up and was writing the check, I tried to explain things to her. Her only response was "Well you know how boys are." Well duh!
Why do school-age guys hate crapping so bad away from home?
To Skidmarked in Seattle Jenny:
You are right. My black thong was a good choice for our hike. After about three wipes, I suggested to Derek who is taller than me, that it would be easier if he got on his knees to finish up. Wipes 4 and 5 were especially cleaning. He kissed my butt after the final one. He's always been good about surprising me with such actions.
Saturday, October 23, 2021
Thunder
Public Toilet Etiquette
Toilet Stool readers know that I use a public toilet almost daily for my BM and meditation....I may be there between 15 to 20 minutes.
As I am there during school hours there a very few children that attend my toilet when I am there.
When they are there I feel uncomfortable and do not leave my cubicle until they are well and truly gone. Two days ago I was having my "sit" and in the next cubicle came tow very young sounding girls who needed a wee. They had their mother who gave them very good instruction and encouraged them to use the public toilet. her voice was so clear, educated and used the session about how use a public toilet and although it is not as good as home they should go when needed etc.
That is about it for today
ThunderNatalie - Katies Sister
Food Poisoning I think maybe
Hello Again,
I've noticed for whatever reason my name always gets removed so I'll change it. I am starting to think I might have food poisoning because of my last few near misses on Monday, Tuesday was okay but today was rough. I had to go like 3 times at work in the span of a 4 hour shift. Even tho my sisters works at a bank I work at a shopping centre. Thankfully I made it all times. As my stomach started to feel better into the afternoon, I ripped a few farts are necessary and on one of them sharted and deposited a log of shit in my under armour full back black panties. Thankfully my tight under armour shorty shorts held it all together like a diaper lol. I really need to not shit in these expensive active wear. On the bright side my friend Jade, mentioned to me on passing at work after I ran to the toilet for the 3rd time, she had also had an accident at the gym. Apparently she was doing squats with weight, and some guy was checking her out in the mirror, so she decided to rip a fart to scare him off but protein and fibre shit herself. Apparently she had to go home in her soiled nike high rise leggings and no panties. I told her my story and we had a nice laugh.David P
Reply to Abbie
Hey Abbie it's really great to hear from you again, thanks for replying to me about staying with my friends, going for a fake shower is a really good idea, I might have to do just that. I'll make sure to write a story when I return on how it goes. And yes I've been a bit constipated recently (still am as we speak), but getting some relief here and there. Like you I'm not sure on what the cause of the constipation is at the moment as my diet is healthy. I am thinking of maybe going to the doctor and asking them about it. Have you thought of maybe going to the GP to discuss your constipation? sounds like you have had it for many years now so might be worth a shot.
Really great story with you and Lucy, it is so great that you have that close connection with your friend as it's rare I think. But I am sorry to hear that you too have been constipated and back to going every 3 or 4 days, the last poo you had sounded very big and painful. I'm glad to hear that you are finding my suggestion of pressing the skin between your bum helpful, I find it to be very useful. And good to hear that you are finding squatting on a foot stool to be making it easier to pass, I have tried this on a few occasions with a couple of boxes and it has definitely helped a bit. Do you have one of those proper Squatty Potty things? I have seen them online and always wanted to get one, it is just where to hide it without looking suspicious.
I look forward to your next story, hopefully soon!
Petersmells
A childhood accident of mine
This is my first post and I thought I would talk about a childhood accident, one of many, in fact, as growing up I had something of a fear of toilets (quite a common thing, I have subsequently discovered), especially but not exclusively public ones, and generally whenever i needed a poo i would instinctively put off going and try to resist the urge, even at home. I had a particular terror of school toilets, but that's another story. I wonder if anyone else had similar experiences to what follows...
On this occasion it was the school holidays, and I was in a large supermarket with my mum and sister when I felt the urge for a BM. I was sort of frozen in panic and shock by the suddenness and urgency of it and tried to hold it back, hoping the wave would subside, but, the BM having other ideas, it was very quickly too late. I'd filled my pants! I had wanted to go for a few hours but all morning at home I'd been holding it in quite comfortably. I was stunned, panicky, tearful. The poo was firm and bulky, one big solid log, and must have bulged very noticeably. My hand instinctively darted to my bum, to feel, to conceal, and I was shocked by how big it seemed. Mum realised straight away what had happened, I guess it was written all over my face and of course she was familiar with the signs. She grabbed me and turned me round to have a look; as usual she patted my behind to gauge how bad it was, even though we were in public, and she told me to take off my jumper and tie it round my waist, which I did. I spent the rest of the time in the shop silently shuffling after her in embarrassment and shame, close to tears the whole time. I was painfully aware that people would be able to smell me and realise that, yes, this boy had pooed his pants! The ultimate in shame, worse even than wetting yourself! I got a lot of looks and I knew people were commenting to each other. I tried to block them out and act normal but felt so self-conscious. A couple of times i tried discreetly to feel the bulge behind the cover of the jumper around my waist, and sure enough it felt like a really conspicuous bulge poking out and I knew it would stand out a mile if spotted.
At the checkout I went to wait in the packing area behind the tills, being careful to stand with my back against the wall in an attempt to conceal what I'd done, but straight away I got some knowing looks from the people packing their goods near where I stood, including a girl of about my own age who kept staring and sort of sniffing. I felt my face go red. I kept very quiet as my mum packed our shopping, she made no comments about what I'd done but I could tell she was cross with me. After all, I could've gone to the loo before we came out but put it off because I couldn't be bothered.
We had come on the bus and finally leaving the shop we made our way back to the bus stop. I walked a little way apart, the stinky lump sliding about hugely in my pants, and tried not to stand too close to anyone as i didn't want them to smell me. As we waited for the bus mum took the jumper from around my waist and said 'don't sit on this, put it on' which I awkwardly did, terrified now that my bum with its telltale bulge was no longer concealed. It was the first time for a while that she'd engaged with me, I think she was ashamed of this smelly boy and hoped people would think I belonged to someone else!
On the bus, which was about half full, I gingerly lowered myself onto a seat a little away from mum and my sister. I felt the poo squash, and sort of push itself back up my bum. I was worried in case when I stood up to get off the bus a damp patch would be noticeable through my trousers, and although I was very aware that I smelt, in fact i stank and it was blatantly obvious from the smell alone that i'd pooed my pants, it somehow felt more shaming if there was visible confirmation of what I'd done. When I stood up about half an hour later to get off, it felt all stuck together back there. I hurried off the bus, fiddling around trying to free my pants from where they'd stuck against my bum.
Looking back, one of the curious aspects of my childhood soiling problem was the fact that whenever my mum realised that I'd pooed my pants, it wouldn't necessarily mean that I'd then be cleaned up. In fact it was the norm for me to remain in the soiled pants for the rest of the day, till it was time to get ready for bed. I think my mum felt that this would discourage me from soiling, and also she was probably putting off having to deal with it. It confused me sometimes and I would sort of hang around near my mum waiting for her to clean me up, but as I got older I became more furtive about it, keeping out of the way for hours at a time after soiling myself, happily playing games on my own unconcerned by the mess in my pants, at times almost unaware that I'd passed a stool in my pants, the realisation only hitting me when smelt by mum or my sister, or mum telling me 'it stinks in here' after coming into my room, when suddenly I would be overcome with shame. Heavily soiled pants I would often hide. Sometimes the soiling wouldn't be too severe, mainly light to heavy staining from poo that would gradually come out a little bit at a time during the day whenever an urge took me and would get squashed against my pants, and despite the fact that this time I'd had a bigger than usual accident, that was the case here. I remember going off to my room to play games and remained there for several hours till it was teatime, when I trooped downstairs very shamefacedly and sat eating my tea while contemplating the moment of supreme shame when mum would take me off to the bathroom to finally get cleaned up.Jasmin K
Replies and latest poo
I though I would post today as I'm at my boyfriends flat on my own as he got called into work at 7am as someone didn't turn up and as he is looking up the career ladder he though it a good move. The 2 guys he shares with, all separate rooms I might add kept me entertained this morning or should I say I entertained them on the promise they don't tell BF. They have gone out so I though I would post.
Abbie. Seems your constipation is getting worse. As well as pressing the skin between bum and front entrance when your straining you could try 'splinting' my friend Chloe showed me and it does help. Put 2'fingers in the front and press back and down it pushes the poo towards your bum hole. Also if your bum domes out when you strain use a finger either side and press back up, that is better if someone will help you as is the splinting thing. I also find a pair of high boots or high heel shoes are better than a foot stool. You can move your legs to where you can get most pressure from straining into your bum or if you need to part your legs to let someone help.
David P. I can't have you stuck with that poo handling image in your head. So first a description of me. 5'9" average build, strawberry blond long hair, skin tight leather look or shiny leggings or short skirts, make up eyes etc ( think bimbo - BF calls me that ) . It wasn't that difficult to check. I googled to find out how it would appear , coffee ground appearance or black specks in the poo. So all I did was put the colander thing in the toilet bowl, (it was used when we were kids to see how much poo we did and we sometime use it now,) when my poo had stopped being black and sat down straining for my morning poo. Some pebbles and a knobbly hard log later I stood up wiped pulled my white knickers up lifted the colander into the hand basin and literally squished some of the pebbles and broke the log up squished and looked. No black bits / blood bits inside the poo, only blood was on the outside of it as it came out after my bum started bleeding.
You must has been proud of the log you did at school to pick it up and look at it. I tried to avoid going at school, it wasn't so bad in junior school, I only went on the toilet for a poo at school if I hadn't managed to do it at home ( me and my sister were made to go on the toilet every morning before going out to school and had to sit there straining hard for 1/2 an hour, if we did it that was ok if we didn't we had to go back that evening until we did it or were allowed to get off the toilet. So when I did do it in junior school it was only if I had bad ???? ache and or a sore bum and doing a bit eased it. But I had to work out if I would still be able to do a poo at home that evening so most times I witheld it. Soiling my knickers was not as bad as not doing a poo which got a punishment. At secondary school I did once when I first started go for a poo I was straining so hard but was teased by some of the slags saying did you do it and I made the mistake of saying no to which they laughed and said you need to try harder then. It was 3 girls all stood round a cubicle with an open door where one of their friends was on the toilet obviously straining to go and they were cheering her on to strain harder and with each plip she made they cheered. It wasn't until I was 12 nearly 13 before I went at school and I started to arrive at school early and go straight on a toilet and have my morning try at school. Mum decided to relax the morning poo at home rule because time and would belief if I'd done it or not at school by checking my knickers. I know as I got more relaxed about pooing at school I would often leave what I had done if it was a good one for the next occupant to see, especially if I had strained so hard I had splattered blood and mucous stuff down the back of the toilet and left a big hard log sticking up in the water. I would carefully drop the TP in so it didn't hide my poo.
Anyway. Yesterday (Friday) I made a huge effort to do a big poo as I'm spending the weekend at BFs flat. I had peed a bit in the night which for me is a sign I'm constipated I had my routene after breakfast sit and did some pebbles and an 8 inch log, went to work and admittedly had a sweet eating day so came home, had belly aches and new I must have a lot of poo as I had leaked a little pee in my knickers so had put a pad on at work. I went on the toilet and strained and strained and I felt a huge pressure in my bum, kept pushing hard and a log edged it s way out but seemed to stick half way. It felt knobbly I kept straining and eventually it splashed into the water. I strained hard again and after a couple of farts and mucous splattering another smoother formed log came out. I wiped, took 1 wipe and then suddenly I did a long pee, I didn't even feel I needed a pee. When I was in the shower I peed again. As I got dressed I decided to wear my rubber thong as my bum was bulging and it helps to keep it in and a pair of the tena silhouette knickers as I was meeting BF in town and as we would likely have a quick drink I though if my bladder is being awkward better to be safe.
Any way BF is back so time to go
Jaz K
Emma two
Pooing in the woods with Sarah
Until yesterday morning I'd been constipated for about five days and I took some laxatives before I went to bed on Saturday night. I woke up on Sunday morning with a stomach ache and I knew the laxatives starting to work. I had some breakfast with Sarah and I told her I was going out for a run in the woods. She asked me if I was going to have a poo and when told her I was she seemed excited as she asked asked me if she could come with me. I said it would be nice to do that and after breakfast I put a pack of wet wipes in my backpack and we set off down to the woods. Five minutes later we were in the woods and Sarah said she was desperate for a poo. I told her she was nowhere near as desperate as me because I was about to poo myself. She said she was and it was about to come out in her knickers. She quickly unbuttoned her jeans and pulled her knickers down and she squatted right in front of me as a turd dropped onto the ground below her bottom. Seeing that made me want to go even more and I came very close to having an accident in my knickers. I pulled my jeans down and then my knickers and squatted in front of Sarah as she continued to drop several turds onto the ground and as soon as I relaxed I felt relief as a huge load of soft mushy poo came out onto the dirt below me. I pushed at the end of it just as Sarah was finishing her poo and man did it feel so good. As I was wiping my bottom I looked at Sarah's pile and it was huge. I told her I bet she felt better for that and she said I had no idea how good that was. I told her I felt a lot better too and she started wiping. Once we got cleaned up we pulled out clothes back up and we walked back to the flat feeling a few pounds lighter.Arianna
Someone asked about babysitters and I remembered one I had from the time I was 5 or 6 until 14 when my sister started middle school and we were both allowed to be home by ourselves. Her name was Heather, she was 16 or 17 when I met her. I remember I thought she was cool because she had a huge butt like my mom and my aunt. When she wore jeans she would have a couple inches of her crack sticking out when she sat down.
She was super gassy and took huge dumps. My only real basis of comparison for seeing adults fart and poop regularly was my mom, so Heather didn't surprise me. The first time she was watching me she had to let out a couple farts because she was so full and she was embarrassed. I just thought she was super cool because of her big butt and farts because she was like my mom, so I told her about how my mom could fart like that too. After she found that out she was a lot less shy. She said she had to hold in her farts all day at school. She ripped a long bassy one and sighed. It didn't smell too bad, like earthy poop, but the more she did the beefier and smellier they got.
Eventually her face turned red and she asked me if I had seen my mom poop before since she farted around me so much. When I told her I saw mom poop all the time she thought for a second and then asked if I would come to the bathroom with her while she pooped because it might be a while. I said okay and I was secretly kind of excited to see someone else poop. She was the first person I saw poop outside my family.
We went to the bathroom and she sat down on the toilet. Her butt and thighs covered it like mine and my mom's do and she had some big stains from old skidmarks in her panties. She adjusted her panties so I couldn't see and then she had to start her poop. She was talking in a strained voice while she started her log, she said she didn't get to poop since yesterday so it would take a while. I don't know if the poop felt really good or she was embarrassed but she turned bright red. She pooped for a while, grunting, pushing, farting, sighing for what seemed like forever to my mesmerized young brain. I watched, listened, and inhaled the strong earthy smell of her poop. It was probably about 15 minutes. She did 5 huge logs. A couple of them were over a foot long and really thick. I didn't get to see until after she wiped and stood up. She grabbed a wad of toilet paper, gave her crack a long wipe and dug inside her hole for few seconds, then threw it in the toilet and pulled her pants up. That's when I saw her massive load. I was amazed. She pooped as much as my mom, and the smell was overpowering the bathroom by now. I exclaimed how huge it was with a big smile on my face, and when she saw my reaction she smiled back. She asked if I liked her big poop. I told her yes and she said she'd try to do another next time she came over. I saw a ton of her farting and pooping over the years.
Anna from Austria
at the gym
Last saturday I hit the gym for the first time after covid started. I went right in the morning and I even skipped my normal morning coffee in order to avoid my bowels started to move during my work out. I am really not that picky when using public toilets but I would only use the gym toilets for an absolute emergency.
The toilets in the gym are not in a separate room they are right in the locker room next to the showers. The also offer litte privacy for normal Austrian standards. The walls between the stalls have only certain hight and do not stop at the celling like the other toilets I know. So the smell can escape rather fast. it also feels quite uncomfortable to me to poop next to people that are showering and that they can smell me doing my number 2.
Unfortunately for me hitting the threadmill had a similar effect on my bowels and I had to go rather urgent. So i head to stop the training programm on the threadmill and ran to the locker room which was crawling with other ladies. I headed to the dreaded toilet put down my jogging pants and panties and sat on the toilet. At first i peed a bit, then I started to push then some farts, then the first log came out then another small fart and another small log then I was done. I cleaned myself and flushed the toilet. Then I washed my hands and left to locker room without looking left and right and went back to my workout. As expected the whole locker room was smelling quite bad but the other ladies did not see anything. I did not look at them so maybe they were looking at me a bit digusted but I am not sure about that. At least there were no vocal complaints. Maybe they go often to the gym and are used to that when other ladies did the same.
I never encountered a lady pooping at the gym in the many years I have been there. But before covid I hit the gym during the week days at night time. During night time the changes are slimmer that somebody needs a poo. In the morning time right after the breakfast or in the afternoon after lunch things are different. So maybe the other ladies tend to come right in the morning or in the afternoon and that encountered other ladies had a similar lexative effect when working out as i did.
But that is just me guessing. I was just supressed about their ignorance. Most of them were younger gals, in the their early twenties or maybe even lalte teens (I am 36 now) and when I was at their age my pairs tend to comment on the smell a lot. Not mean comments directed at the pooper herself but just some comments on the smell. Like eh that smell Lets leave. But the girls and ladies at the locker room seemed to stoically ignore the smell. They just changed their clothes or went to the shower. It was funny but in a good way.
that's it for today greetings
from Austria
Anna
David P
Replies and Survey
Replying to comments
Jry: thank you for taking the time to reply, your relationship with Paul sounds great and one that could turn into a good friendship if you want it to. Thanks also for your comment in detail about pooing in the house. I am in my early 20s and the other people will be older in their 30s and 40s. So it is definite I will be the youngest. Thank you for your suggestions, I will hope to get the courage to try them out unless I find a place in public to poo before going back to the house, but even that is my worst phobia, either way or will be so hard to do. I am really jealous of the posts on here of public pooers, I wonder how they do it and I will have a read of your old story. I would be very interested in hearing any stories you may have where you have tried out the suggestions you gave.
Jasmin K: good to hear from you again, pleased to see that you went back to the GP and reducing the tablets is helping. I also hope that eating more veg and fibre will help make you poo more regularly. I now can't get the image of you handling your turd and checking for blood inside out of my head lol! Reminds me of when I was a kid and was fascinated by poo so one day in a school toilet where I strained out a giant turd I went in and held it. Saying not to ask only makes me more curious but since you said not to ask, I'll respect your privacy. Happy pooing!
Now for Jake's survey.
- What if you are on toilet having a poo and your anus is opening up and a turd emerges but right at the moment everything starts moving someone enters the bathroom. Would you still continue or would you clench your butt cheeks to save yourself from embarrassing sounds?
Too late, the poo is too far out and I wouldn't be able to clench it back. I have tried to clench before but that only makes the poo go even faster out. Once it is at that point there is no going back!
- What if you are taking a poop in a bathroom with bath, shower and toilet all in one. Someone needs to enter to pick up something. Do you allow them in despite the stink and sounds or not? This is mostly concerning siblings and parents I guess
No way, I would not let them. Its too private and embarrassing.
- what if you are hosting or are a guest at a dinner evening and you need to poop. Do you go or do you hold it till you go home? What would you say if you're gone for 4 to 5 minutes?
Never happened to me before, but if it did. I'd always hold it until I get home. In the off chance it was really that desperate I would have to say I had OCD with hand washing or something.
Bye for now
Braidy
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JW:
I think I probably began the bathroom "walk-ins." That first day I wrote about I think one of our cats probably walked on the TV remote. So it didn't work to turn the TV on that afternoon. Merrilee had the bathroom door ajar by a couple of inches so I just walked in as she sat on the toilet. It took a couple of minutes for her to get it to work. Her clothing was at floor level, her legs were spread, and my eyes wandered to her pubic hairs and what was coming out of her as she worked with the remote. Before that, I had only seen my mom in that position. Later that school year I spent the night at one of my friend's house. I was surprised because they had a large family and most of the time the toilet door was open while one of my friends was using it. I don't know if this had anything to do with it but me and the older kids went to grade schools where there were often no doors on the cubicles. I remember telling my mom about that and she seemed offended and said something about perhaps in the future they could afford to send me to a private school.
Once or twice when Merrilee and I were at the big baseball stadium for a pro game, she would take me into a cubicle with her, latch the door, and she and I did a buddy sit. Sometimes she both crapped and weed. So at age 6 or 7 I would sit over the front of the toilet and I think mostly just weed while she would push and splash into the bowl from behind me. If I had been waiting in the crowd outside, Merrilee said I might have gotten lost or abducted. Sometimes she would comb my hair and occasionally tickle me in the ribs while her crap was coming. Once that caused me to fart and that seemed to surprise her. I told her I had just crapped at school at the end of recess. She then pulled off a piece of toilet paper and surprised me with a quick wipe. There was one streak on it when she showed it to me. But after she got up and cleaned herself, she had me retake the seat and do a couple of more wipes. The second one was totally clean and made me feel really proud.
To Anna from Austria:
I so enjoyed your story about pooping in public toilets, then finding there is no toilet paper to clean yourself with. "It was embarrassing changing stalls with pants down to use the paper in these stalls or walk with pants down to the sinks to use paper towels for drying hands." I wrote a short Embarrassing Moment essay on that topic for a creative writing class, but made sure I had a request on it that the teacher not ask me to read it in front of the class. She honored my wishes, as did our student teacher who also identified with my experience.
To Tyler C:
The "devious licks" trend is unfortunately a reality. Last week I was driving my team back from a charity game when a team member asked me to stop at 11 p.m. at a public park so she could immediately use the bathroom. I've had a couple of situations where I've pulled over on a dark side street and a team member or two simply squat pee. One did it right over a storm sewer drain. More than half the group were asleep and didn't know about it. As for Chery, she ran through a picnic area over to the park pavilion and into the ladies room which was very well lit. The seats of all six of the toilets had been very awkwardly yanked off. She did what she said was her first rim pee. The rim pierced her butt because she's a bit overweight. It was vandalism that is totally unnecessary. She felt bad when we got back to campus and a couple of her team members asked her why she just didn't go into the guys bathroom. She hadn't thought of it. But those seats might have been stolen off, too.
SIS Jenny
Semantics
ahhh ok so since my last post, I got my call back and then I went to the bathroom and a very good poop much like I described in my last post ( assuming it get posted )I feel good and I might have cleaned up really well, but I am also wearing a dark thong which don't get as dirty as my light colored boy shorts
James-I always thought restroom was a funny term...I have had funny conversation about this. I have had friends say " I don't need to rest, I need to take a big shit!" Is resting a euphemism for pooping or peeing? I had a running joke with a friend when ever some one said they needed to rest the other would say " you mean take a shit?" or once I took a big poop on a vacation and my husband asked " have a nice rest?"
Bathroom is slightly more accurate, but in a public are, there are no baths or showers?
Also in the USA colloquially we all say toilet paper as the product we use to " clean" ourselves in the bathroom, although all marketing in the US the product is called "Bathroom Tissue." Sounds nicer, but when im trying to clean my messy bottom at the gym or work, it feels more like paper
I do like the term "water closet." And in Philippines restrooms are called "comfort rooms."
Also the term " taking a shit or taking a piss/pee" I always thought it was funny because we should be leaving our shits, not taking them!
After my university accident I have been a little extra worried about having an accident. Which worrying has made my IBS be a little funny. I think I have IBS anyway, both me and my sister Katie have shit ourselves a little too much to not have it!
Anyway on the weekend I had a few interesting events. The first one was just pure stupidity and I had three coffees in one day, even by the third one i made my sister said that's not a good idea. We live together and I had purchased a third one after the two I made at home earlier. So we went out, to buy food to bring home for lunch. Anyway I purchased my third coffee, and after drinking it, and buying lunch, on the drive home i got a massive stomach ache. She reminded me of how bad of an idea it was, as we drove home in her car with the windows down because friday afternoon she shit her pants driving home from work (story of later) My university accident was thursday. Anyway I barely made it, but made it none the less.
My second interesting event was today (monday), I had coffee again (when will I learn), this time only 1 coffee. I thought i was gonna be okay and normally I am but, I nearly filled my panties at uni because I was talking too a tutor and didn't want to excuse myself to go to the bathroom. Once our session ended i raced off and the second my panties slid off I exploded. Two close calls.
SIS Jenny
Hello I am waiting for a call back for work as I got tired or waiting. I really have to poop right now but I don't want to be call back while Im on the toilet. (plus I need the patient medical record up)
So since Im waiting, Im going to distract myself from pooping by talking about pooping. I'm really steering into the skids here (pun indented )
What is you favorite pooping experience and least favorite
Favorite:
Probably the kind I am holding. Really quick at work or in the middle of a work out. So quick that few would question that I pooped because I would be gone so little. honestly sometimes my pee visits are long and swear I got looks when I come back like " have a nice poop?"
Anyway I don't like these poops because they hide the fact that I pooped from friends, coworkers and in the past dates. I like them because they feel sooooo good. Since I am in the middle of something like work or working out, I feel pressure that I have to hold on to finish, but when I do make it to the toilet ...wow...its almost like...something I shouldn't mention here :) NOw the poop is usually of a good size, soft and comes out quickly and efficiently. And of course the draw back is that they are soft and hard to clean and I usually feel a little dirty afterward , especially at work. Working out I don't feels so dirty at least relatively as I see so many sweaty butt cheeks and cracks through the popular yoga pants worn my women, I figured Im not the only one working out with a dirty crack!
Honorable mention, having to poop on the way home and the final rush when I struggle to get the key to the door knob. and if Im home alone I'll start undoing my pants, pulling up my skirt and pulling down my panties before I get to the bathroom
Least favorite poop:
Dehydrated poop: I feel the pressure in the morning that I have to poop but I don't get that refreshing drop of poop. I have to push and often something doesn't come out for a bit. this usually means I haven't had enough water the day before and I have to push the poop out, which I hate. It hurts my ****** and I never feel like Im finished when I am done. I hate pushing but whenI have turd that is stretching my anus for more than a minute I have push. I had one over these afew weeks ago. The only good thing from these poops is that they aren't very messy.
Emma two
Pooing in the woods with Sarah
Until yesterday morning I'd been constipated for about five days and I took some laxatives before I went to bed on Saturday night. I woke up on Sunday morning with a stomach ache and I knew the laxatives starting to work. I had some breakfast with Sarah and I told her I was going out for a run in the woods. She asked me if I was going to have a poo and when told her I was she seemed excited as she asked asked me if she could come with me. I said it would be nice to do that and after breakfast I put a pack of wet wipes in my backpack and we set off down to the woods. Five minutes later we were in the woods and Sarah said she was desperate for a poo. I told her she was nowhere near as desperate as me because I was about to poo myself. She said she was and it was about to come out in her knickers. She quickly unbuttoned her jeans and pulled her knickers down and she squatted right in front of me as a turd dropped onto the ground below her bottom. Seeing that made me want to go even more and I came very close to having an accident in my knickers. I pulled my jeans down and then my knickers and squatted in front of Sarah as she continued to drop several turds onto the ground and as soon as I relaxed I felt relief as a huge load of soft mushy poo came out onto the dirt below me. I pushed at the end of it just as Sarah was finishing her poo and man did it feel so good. As I was wiping my bottom I looked at Sarah's pile and it was huge. I told her I bet she felt better for that and she said I had no idea how good that was. I told her I felt a lot better too and she started wiping. Once we got cleaned up we pulled out clothes back up and we walked back to the flat feeling a few pounds lighter.
Katie - Natalies Sister
Driving Home
My sister Natalie showed me this site and I think it is a pretty good idea. Just to anonymously get our embarrassing stories out there just at a relief. IBS can be very embarrassing so being able to talk about it, even if amanous is nice I think.
Anyways friday, I was driving home from work. I do just basic HR stuff while finishing my degree in Business HR part time. I work for a fairly big banking company. This friday in particular myself and 3 other girlfriends went for a quick drink and snack after work friday, just for the afternoon about 4pm to 6pm. We got chicken wings and beer. I was feeling okay by about half way home, my stomach started to cramp. I originally thought it was my period because I was farting all day, without anything to worry about. About 2 minutes from home i seriously questioned if I could make it, I untucked my white business blouse from my black buisness pants, and hoped for the best. I got to the last set of lights before my house and they turned red on me, as my car came to a complete stop. My stomach made a loud noise, cramped like nothing else and I completed filled my tradie brand bikini panties.
The smell was horrific and I had to drive home pants and panties filled with shit. I got our of my car and it ran down my legs because my panties where overflowing. The shit also went up my back a little. I wattle into my house which i share with my sister and announced I ????ING SHIT MYSELF AGAIN, to which we both laughed and she offered to help me. I said take care of my car, she politely cleaned my car and left my windows down. Apparently there was no shit to clean by the smell in my car was bad.
I wattle to the bathroom, threw my shirt off and carefully removed my business pants and panties. I was covered in shit. I had a shower and relaxed on my couch telling me sister the story. We laughed and I had a good rest of my night, very afraid to rip and farts. Unluckly I had also sharted my panties pretty bad the day before.
Interestingly my 3 friends from work all mentioned there might've been something off bout the beer or chicken wings. I'm not super open to them about my IBS but we all are comfortable and close enough to talk about our bowel movements. Well all met at uni, studied together and now strangely work together (HOW LUCKY!). We're close. There stories are as follows:
Tammy - Text "Bro I ????ing filled my panties", Tammy also shit her grey business pants, just as she got out of her car, her ass just exploded and she also peed alot. Unfortunately for her, she also ruined her high heels with shit and pee. Apparently she exploded, in her pants from the force and getting out of the car, and then sneezed and peed.
Jamie - Was apparently wearing a skirt with a thong, went to talk to her boyfriend in the backyard, he farted, so she went to fart (they have fart contests and alot of shart stories), and she had full liquid shit, running down her legs. Jamie has alot of shit her panties and pants drunk stories (by drunk i mean 3-4 beers and farting confidently).
Emma - Was apparently all good for a while, got home, showered, got into PJS, went to fart at her boyfriend for saying something rude/funny and just took a full sloppy log shit into her panties and PJs.
We all had a great laugh over text and video chat the next night about our joint pants shitting.ECG
Double Pee
I have a short story to share, which took place a week or two ago.
After arriving home from work one day, I felt a slight need to pee, but the bathroom was occupied at that time. No matter, it wasn't urgent, and by the time I had finished my post-work tidying, the need had passed.
After dinner, I lay down on top of my bed for some reading. I became quite engrossed in my book, and two or three hours later, I was bursting to pee. Between the cold evening and the fullness of my bladder, I felt a dull ache which meant I had to move quite slowly to avoid agitating it.
Upon reaching the toilet and getting myself ready, I immediately started to pee heavily for over a minute. The ache also dissipated, and I felt no pain while peeing. Considering how full I had felt, I took a moment or two to confirm that I had indeed finished. Satisfied that my bladder was now empty, I used a tissue to dry myself and was about to flush when without warning, I started peeing again. This wasn't mere leftover drops either, but a proper second stream. It was just as heavy as the first one, and lasted nearly as long, about 45 seconds. Since this came so suddenly, I was glad that I was already standing directly in front of the toilet and had not yet put my penis away, or I may well have wet myself!
I could not recall any other instances of this happening to me, but has anyone else felt that they had finished peeing, only to find shortly after that they hadn't?
Bianca
Update
My poop was loose after dinner yesterday, and after lunch today. I was surprised that sauerkraut with hot dogs gave me diarrhea. I also had gas with it. To Ella: I love your scout outdoor bathroom story. Personally, I wouldn't be afraid to talk about bathroom needs on a hike, nor would I be embarrassed to go. I hope it wasn't too awkward seeing one of your leaders squatting. As far as the naughty thing I did outside is concernned, Mom said if the police had caught me, I'd get a ticket. This makes sense as I threw the sand bucket, too. I certainly wouldn't want to go to jail for littering (if I stand correct), because when it comes to bathroom needs, I think the experiences are pretty embarrassing. From what I know, the toilet is in your cell, and if you have a mate, you do your bathroom business in front of him/her. I can only imagine that jail toilets can be one of the worst. If the food is gross as well, I bet there are a lot of constipated people straining, and pushing big poops out possibly in front of guards, etc. All for now. Bye.
Tuesday, October 19, 2021
<Steve A
Occasional Irregularity Question
How often does your normal pooping schedule get delayed?
Whenever this happens, what's your go-to solution? Laxatives, Supplements, adding more Fiber to your diet, etc?
My go-to solution includes adding more Fiber to my diet (Fiber One Products) since I already drink water 99% of the time. I also don't take laxatives or stool softeners since I'm usually regular most of the time, even though I still have that option if needed.
P>James
Further thought about near-misses
After I wrote my last post about near-misses, I realised I'd missed a couple of points about how I used to think about these when I was a teenager, and why they were infrequent.
The first was that by that time I'd got better at going to the loo at school if I was desperate - mainly because of the newer and nicer toilet block that I mentioned a few weeks ago when I described using it to clean myself up after a morning accident. However, I could only get to that block if my afternoon lessons were in the correct half of the school, and the others remained dirty and intimidating, so I still found myself feeling desperate during the last part of the day from time to time.
The second was that I tended to think of a near-miss as avoiding an accident happening where I might be found out - my greatest fear was of having one during a lesson. This meant that if I was really desperate to go when the final bell went for home-time, and I subsequently did it in my pants before I got home, I tended to view it as more of a "near miss" (avoiding pooey pants in class) than an accident, even though my underwear was still dirty. In any case, it only happened very rarely by that age. I already wrote about an accident rather like this that happened one winter when I had a bad cold.
Another brief example would be a time when I was perhaps 14-15 (it was after I'd swapped my evening paper route for a morning one) when I'd been needing to go to the loo all afternoon, and the pressure had been steadily building through my lessons. In the first part of the final lesson I'd been able to fart to reduce the pressure, but the pressure feeling changed and I knew that if I tried to do so again I'd regret it. I kept clinging on for dear life, and as soon as the bell rang I grabbed my bag and headed out of the school gate, immediately taking a detour that I knew would take longer for me to get home but almost guarantee that no-one else would be sharing the same route. Even as I was turning into that footpath I could feel the first blob of mush slipping out, and I'd been holding on for so long by then that I just couldn't stop the flow. The entire poo rushed out in one go - fortunately it was all contained in my underwear and was mushy but not runny. The sense of relief was unbelievable - I'd been so horribly desperate to go, and so afraid that it was going to come out before I could get out of school, that it felt like a victory to have held it back until no-one could see me. I walked the rest of the way home and cleaned up without further problems. Not really the sort of "near miss" that I think Jry was talking about, but it definitely felt like that to me at the time.
Igor
When I was using the urinal at school one day this boy I'll call him Igor sprinted into the bathroom room straight to a stall and pushed the door wide open There was another boy on the toilet pooping but Igor pulled him off the toilet and started having diarrhea with stall door open while the other had his trousers around his ankles and tripped over revealing his in unwiped bum
He pulled up his pants then started to shout and punching Igor on the toilet It was loud and I didn't want to get in trouble so I left As I walked down the corridor I could still hear them and a teacher walking by must have heard them too as he went in to check
Abbie
Latest news
Hi everyone, sorry I haven't posted in ages, I've been really busy. I'll start with a few comments.
Jas K- I enjoyed your latest story about going for a poo round your boyfriends, hope you can post again soon.
David P- sorry to hear your constipations been bad but glad to hear you eventually got some relief. Good luck with staying round your friends, if the toilet is in the bathroom you could say your going for a shower and then turn the shower on while you go for a poo, that way its less likely anyone could hear what your doing if you feel embarrassed.
SIS Jenny- your quite right, I have often referred to my underwear as pants although in more recent posts I've said knickers as I didn't want to cause any confusion! Here in England we say that girls wear knickers or pants and boys wear pants (or boxers), its a bit confusing as you can say pants for both boys and girls underwear but knickers just applies to girls, however my friends and I usually say pants instead of knickers when we talk about our underwear so thats what I'll do in future now I've hopefully made things clear!!
Over the last couple of weeks I've started to struggle to go for a poo so unfortunately I think I'm going back to a constipated phase, I had got into a good routine of having a poo every other day but now its more like 3 or 4 days between poos which means I've had to spend ages on the loo straining and pushing. Luckily by using a footstool and pushing on the skin between my bum as I'm trying for a poo I have found it a bit easier since last time I was constipated so at least thats a bonus I guess. I really can't work out whats causing this constipation episode, I've kept eating pretty well and drinking lots of water so its really annoying, I suppose it could be stress related as I've had loads on recently and have been feeling a bit wound up. I would always find it harder to go for a poo during the exam season at school/ university which I put down to stress as when the exams were over I would suddenly find things got easier! Also stress tends to make my diet worse as I crave comfort food and chocolate which is then a double whammy, as I know its really important for me to eat well if I'm going to have an easy time on the loo.
My last poo was yesterday and it was a big struggle, Lucy and I were out shopping when I started to feel the urge. I rubbed my belly and Lucy asked if I was OK, there were loads of people about so I didn't want to broadcast the fact that I wanted a poo so I mouthed 'poo' at her and she got the message, we went out of the shop we were in and Lucy asked me if I wanted to go home or use the loos in the shopping centre. By now we had a bit more privacy so I could talk more freely, I said, "Do you mind if we go, I'm gonna be on the loo for ages so I'd rather be at home!"
"No worries, I need a wee anyway," Lucy replied so we went straight back home, by the time we got there I was starting to need a wee quite urgently too. We went up to our room and Lucy said, "Do you mind if I go for a wee first, I'm bursting!" and I said, "No, just be quick, I'm desperate to have a wee too!" Lucy quickly unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans and pulled them down together with her pink and blue stripey pants before sitting on the loo, she immediately unleashed a powerful stream that fizzed down into the bowl and she moaned with relief, she said, "Oh my God, I was literally just about to wee my pants, thanks for letting me go first!"
"No problem!" I replied, I was waiting with my hands on the waistband of my leggings, waiting to pull them down as I was getting more and more desperate myself. Lucys stream was still going strong, I said, "Its just typical your having a massive wee when I'm bursting too, if you don't hurry up I'm gonna wee my pants big time!!" Luckily just then Lucys stream started to tail off, she said, "I'm nearly done, sorry, I knew I was desperate but I didn't think I was gonna wee quite so much!" I would have laughed but I knew that would have been a disaster in terms of my pants staying dry so I just stood there holding myself and jiggling as Lucy finally finished her wee and stood up, straight away I tore my grey leggings and white pants down and practically barged Lucy out of the way as she was tearing off some loo roll, sitting on the seat and unleashing a stream as strong as Lucys had been. I let out a loud sigh as my wee flooded out of me, I was so glad I hadn't let any spurts go in my pants as I had totally run out of clean underwear, I had been meaning to do some washing for days but kept managing to forget!! As my wee stream died away Lucy said, "I just need to throw this paper away!" so I opened my legs so she could put it down the loo, she then pulled up her pants and jeans and went to wash her hands. I kicked my footstool over and put my feet up on it and then started to push for my poo, as usual when I'm constipated the log came out a few inches and then stopped as it was getting really fat and hard, I took a deep breath and bore down, pushing on the skin between my bum and it started to move again really slowly. I did a long hard push and squirted some more wee out, I couldn't help grunting as I finished straining. I could feel the poo going back up my bum as I relaxed so I quickly started to push again, when I'm constipated I nearly always get that problem and its really annoying! "Its going back up my bum when I stop pushing!" I complained, and Lucy said, "If it makes you feel any better last time I went for a poo I had exactly the same problem, I know its really frustrating! Actually I ended up with a massive fat poo stuck half way out of my bum and I couldn't get it moving again for ages!!" I started to push again and after about 5 minutes of keeping up the pressure as constantly as I could and making some loud grunts I realised I'd pushed the fattest part through, and the log started to move a bit faster, shortly after it splashed down into the bowl. I moaned with relief again and could feel that I'd gone red in the face because I'd been pushing so hard!
"Sorry about all the grunting, you can see why I didn't want to go at the shops!" I said.
"Yeah, I know what you mean, I get embarrassed if I'm on the loo in public and I end up grunting," Lucy agreed. I felt another log starting to poke, I said, "I'm not done yet, theres another poo coming!" and I pushed again, luckily this log wasn't as fat so it didn't need as much straining, after a couple of minutes of pushing it fell from my bum and made a loud plop as it hit the water. I finished with a couple of smaller logs and then felt empty, so I took some toilet paper and wiped my bottom. When I was clean I flushed the loo and then pulled up my leggings and pants and washed my hands. We went downstairs to watch telly, after a while Lucy said, "I need a wee again and I might as well try to have a poo, I haven't been for a few days so I should really see if I can go."
She went into my ensuite and I followed her in and sat on the floor. Lucy dropped her jeans and pants and sat on the loo, she started to wee a strong stream, and as it dribbled to a stop she did some loud farts. I saw her starting to bear down and quite soon she had gone red in the face, after a couple of minutes she farted again, then shook her head and said, "Its not ready to come yet, I'll try again later!" She quickly wiped her front, pulled up her pants and jeans and flushed. Hope you enjoyed this story, will try to post again soon, bye for now!!
Bianca
Bathroom Functions
Hi everyone. It's been awhile. Oftentimes I like to talk to Mom when she's on the toilet. Other times if I have to go, I'll wait outside of the loo for her. My poop hadn't been too bad yesterday and today so far. This morning's poop was solid, and I peed a lot from the weather. I believe cooler weather can make people pee more, and it felt like this earlier today. Unfortunately, I also had to throw out my glitter stretchy sand as too much water seemed to have ruined it when trying to fix the consistency. Just like people poop in nature, I contributed the ruined sand to nature, too. When I tried throwing it as far as I could, I ended up going to the bathroom to wash my hair. My life had turned around this morning, lol! Instead of my poop being the crazy one, I was. As far as farting being a vulnerable act as told by SIS Jenny, I don't feel that way. Honestly, I'd only feel vulnerable if I had an accident during a fart. When it comes to pooping and peeing, I don't think I'd feel vulnerable unless someone walked in on me while seated on the toilet. All for now, bye.
Ella
Pooping on scouts' hikes
I am a scout. When hiking we often have to poop outdoor. Nobody talks about it, but when staying outdoor for several days it is no way around.
When I was younger I thought that it was only the children that had to poop when hiking. Of one or another reason I did not think that the adults had to poop too. Silly idea, but now I know otherwise.
I once saw one of our leaders one early morning when he was squatting in the bushes with shorts at the knees. Luckily he did not spot me.Carlie B.
Got it From My Mama!
I went home to my parent's house for a long weekend about a month back. On Friday afternoon, my parents were both away at work so I was at home along sitting out at the pool reading my book. At some point I fell asleep and ended up waking up more than two hours later, totally sunburnt and in need of a big dump. Our pool is a ways down the hill from the main house so I decided I'd use one of our guesthouse toilets rather than trek back up the hill. I walked into the guesthouse and immediately knew something was wrong. The entire downstairs of it smelled like a sewer and I hadn't even gotten near the bathroom yet. I thought maybe we had a leaking pipe or something that's how bad it was. I only had by bikini on so didn't have a shirt or anything to plug my nose so I used my fingers and made my way to the bathroom expecting the worst.
Rather than a busted or leaking pipe, instead I could see right away that the toilet was clogged, and had been for quite some time. There were two big logs jamming up the hole. The toilet was totally dry as all the water had been absorbed, but the logs themselves were also dry, indicating they'd been there for a long time. Needless to say the smell in the bathroom itself was unbearable. Given the size of the logs, there was no doubt this was the handiwork of my mom. I thought maybe I could flush them away since they'd been sitting there so long that they'd break apart easily so I gave it a go but it was still clogged. With this toilet out of order, I went to the upstairs guesthouse bathroom to do my own. Even upstairs I could smell my mom's load from downstairs. I pushed out a nice big log of my own which clogged that toilet right up too. It was big even by my standards so I didn't even bother trying to flush it down. With both toilets now clogged, I trekked all the way back up to the house to get one of our toilet plungers and then trekked all the way back down to the guesthouse. I hope none of our neighbors saw me march across our yard in a swimsuit carrying a big plunger. That would've raised some eyebrows!
I unclogged the toilet my mom used first, which was surprisingly easy. There were some serious stains/skid marks that I had to use bleach to get off. My toilet took a bit more effort due to the size but I eventually got that one too. I found some air freshener we kept stored in one of the closets and gave the whole place a good spraying.
With that whole ordeal out of the way. I texted my mom thanking her for the gift she left in the guesthouse. As I suspected, she was terribly embarrassed. Like me, she said she'd been down at the pool a few weeks back and when she clogged the toilet, she had to go back to the main house to get a plunger since we don't keep one in the guesthouse. She must've gotten distracted and completely forgot about it. Our housekeeper who cleans once a week doesn't clean the guesthouse unless we've had guests staying in it so her turds really just sat there for nearly 3 weeks. No wonder it smelled like a sewer in there!Carlie B.
Mid Marathon Pit Stop
A couple weeks ago, I ran in a half marathon with a group of friends. We aren't very competitive or anything, so we were really just doing it for fun and to compete against each other. We had been running together to train for it for quite some time. Surprisingly, I was usually the fastest when we would practice.
I must've been nervous, because the night before I didn't end up taking my nightly crap.The day of the actual race, we had to get up super early. Being up so early, I wasn't ready for my morning poop and had to start the race not having taken it. I hoped the adrenaline of the race would allow me to not have to go mid race, which would obviously hurt my time. When the race began, I quickly realized how sluggish I felt not having pooped yet. I got about a mile in before I reached the first set of porta potties. I knew it would ruin my race time, but I had to go. I went in and found it surprisingly clean. I must've been one of the first few people to use it.
Maybe it was all the motion of the run, but that combined with me missing my poo the night before meant I was taking a monstrous poop. It felt amazing coming out and seemed to never end. When it finally did, I stood up and looked down the hole. I could see one of the biggest poops of my life down below. It reminded me of a pringles can but even longer. Thankful to not have to had to that in some poor toilet, I quickly wiped up and left to get back into the race. It was a night and day difference before and after pooping. I felt 30 pounds lighter. I ended up catching up to and passing all 4 of my friends who were also doing the race.
Hisae (translator is Mina)
Kazuko on Monday
We promised to you this story! So now Mina is typing what I tell her to type.
Same with Minappé, Kazu did huge wonderful motion on Monday. She was with me in beige loo. I gave her massage of her lower back while she opening her bottom.
(Change to Kazuko.) Hisae's massage was so comfy! I felt so wonderful my body.
(Change to Hisae.) So Kazuko put panties on shelf and sat her beautiful bottom on beige loo. I started massage, I hope that she feel good and do big volume.
And she started to do. Very large turd broke four pieces.
Then she gave o-nara (farts). Very musical! Do fa si sol fa... and some long ones, laaaaaa sol fa...
And turd came out again. And again. O-nara and turds, lots lots, maybe turd came out every minute with o-nara in the between.
(Change to Maho.) Kazu should take her flute to loo, then she can play harmony with beautiful music form her beautiful bottom..... OW! Kazu take your fingers far from my bottom!!
(Change to Hisae) After Kazu drop beautiful turd, she never move. Once she moved when I said "I flush" because loo was so full. Then sat down, and while I massaging, turd dropped, and again, and again. How many she did!
(Change to Kazuko) Every time I did, Hisae said, "uuuuu!"
(Change to Hisae) Of course that is natural! I was so happy! So many beautiful turds Kazu dropped! And always more! Even if now, I imagine turd appear every minute or two, I want to cry, it is so beautiful. And while Kazu is waiting for turd to come and making silent efforts, it is so beautiful posture! Of course with music sometimes. Fa sol si.....
(Change to Mina) I can hear noise of kiss on somebody's back of neck.
(Change to Kazuko) Hisae put paper to my bottom before I finish. I said her, I don't finish, but she said, I want to clean. She cleaned me very tender touch! But then I did more, so dirty again. Hisae said, it's OK! and start massage again! My smell increase with every new turd, but Hisae said, no problem. After Hisae clean me, I did again many times.
(Change to Hisae) Of course no problem!! Very nice smell!! Kazu please do more!! and always Kazu did more, so I was so happy!!! She finish after about 20 minutes and maybe twelve times she opened her beautiful bottom, not include o-nara. I was moved so much. After first huge turd, turds were not so huge, but size is not important so much. Most of them broke two pieces.
(Change to Kazuko) Hisae was crying.
(Change to Hisae) Normal to cry!! I am going to pinch somebody's bottom.
(Big OW noise.)
(Change to all four) We are happiest women in world! We hope everyone is happy like us and have comfy time in loo to do lots and lots.
Love to everyone.
Hisae Kazuko Maho Mina
P.S. Crushes often talked all together, but sweet Maho help busy Mina to arrange typing. Mina is going to kiss Maho's back of neck. Chuuuuu. Big hug to lovely Maho. And big hug from all of us to everyone this site.Vincene
Off-schedule pooping
On Monday morning my schedule got thrown off for a couple of reasons. Normally I let Diver sleep in. The wall between our apartment's bathroom and bedroom is really thin. So I shower the night before and I hold my morning bathroom needs until I stop at a gas station or c-store on my commute to the office. That's my crap for the day and often my first which I really enjoy doing because it breaks up my 45 minute commute. But this Monday was different. Diver's been constipated, he took a laxative before bed, and was on the toilet wishing and hoping with his briefs at floor level. I came in while he sat frustrated quickly used a hairbrush and grabbed a couple of aspirins from the bottle. Shannon, my friend and work colleague whose going through a divorce, slept on our couch after a late night at the club with Diver and I. She couldn't help but see Diver seated when I opened the door to leave. I explained Diver's situation and her response was with an F-bomb. She said the second pitcher had done her in and she said she was ready to burst. Then she barged in and said she wouldn't look. Diver seemed to not matter, but I did. She's talked about lap peeing with the help of past boyfriends, but I wasn't about to allow it. Instead, I pulled back the shower curtain and said she could pee in the tub. I turned on the hot water from the faucet and told her to go to it. At that point, Diver's bowels ignited and I was finally happy he was having success, although increasingly smelly. Shannon, seated on the side of the tub, let go of a deluge and told me she should never have accepted the second pitcher. I told her to hurry up because we were both going to be late for work. She finished her pee sit and did a nice job of splashing water around to get her pee into the drain. Diver was still splashing into the toilet and Shannon made a suggestive statement and wink to him. As we drove the radial highway in to work, I was somewhat angry at Diver and Shannon for throwing off my schedule. When we got to the parking garage, Shannon wanted to go across the street to the park to get us some coffee. We walked over there and as we sat and drank our coffee, both me and Shannon fund a churning in our gut. Within minutes, we took our seats on the toilets in the nearby bathroom. We both contributed large and soft craps. The we walked across the street to our company talking about how Diver's early crap had lead to other things, including our later than usual unloads.
Anna from Austria
To Mina and friends. Thanks a lot your your kind words. I also enjoy reading your stories a lot.
Skidmarked in Seattle Jenny
That is good question how I differencitate between ruined panties and salvageable ones.
I would say it depends on the type of skidmarks. Just small skidmarks caused by carless wipping or skidmarks caused by not wipping at all. I try to wash out the smaller stains and it works quite well.
Type 2 just happpend 2 times in my life so far. I have not much memory about the first case to be honest.Apparently I had to poo when I was drunk and after doing that I was either to drunk to care about wipping or I could not find any toilet paper. I only knew that I woke up the next working with my panties full of poo (stains).
The second instance was the story I told in the early post. that time it was worse. Due the mushy poop there was plenty of poop between butstocks that was literally smeared into my panties when I was walking to car and drive home.
Greetings from Austria
Anna
Jake
what if scenarios
Maybe this could be fun to answer for some people. i present a couple of what if situations and you proceed with explaining what you would do…
- What if you are on toilet having a poo and your anus is opening up and a turd emerges but right at the moment everything starts moving someone enters the bathroom. Would you still continue or would you clench your butt cheeks to save yourself from embarrassing sounds?
- What if you are taking a poop in a bathroom with bath, shower and toilet all in one. Someone needs to enter to pick up something. Do you allow them in despite the stink and sounds or not? This is mostly concerning siblings and parents I guess
- what if you are hosting or are a guest at a dinner evening and you need to poop. Do you go or do you hold it till you go home? What would you say if you're gone for 4 to 5 minutes?
Victoria B.
Reply to Jenny (Skidmarked in Seattle)
Hey!
Jenny asked about my undies drawer and skidmarks and now I'll answer!
Puberty started when I was only ten and it gave me quite a pair of buns even early on and by the time I was in sixth grade the ride-up and wedgies my girls'-sized panties created were causing all kinds of discomfort and skidmarks too. My mom gave me more than one lecture about my wiping habits and making sure to use as much toilet paper as I needed to feel clean especially if I went number two. Trying my best didn't help and mom gradually came to understand that the problem was with my underwear and how badly it fit, not me. So at the age of eleven, a few months after my first period, I was already in women's panties (also Hanes Her Way, size 5).
That worked for a few years even with the added complications caused by very heavy periods but eventually as styles changed, the VPL that my cotton bikinis and hi-cuts showed and the return of the skids moved me over to boyshorts and, finally with parental consent, thongs. Anything that didn't have visible seams that showed through the seats of my skinny jeans and yoga pants was in. I haven't worn traditional French-cut or bikini panties since my junior year of high school and have no plans of ever going back to them.
I do deal with rideup from boyshorts still-my thighs and booty haven't gotten any smaller-but having a girlfriend who knows how to shop for me and knows what fits my body helps tremendously with that. As for the skidmarks? Bidets make them a thing of the past. I am back in grad school this semester after time off but my earliest class as a student or as a TA is at 11:00 in the morning, more than enough time to go at home each morning thanks to a new treatment plan for my IBS by my gastro.
With the hours that you work as an RN that may not be an option for you but what you can do is a little research to find panties that fit your body better to cut down on skidding even with awful one-ply toilet paper in your work bathrooms. Savage x Fenty and Parade especially have worked out well for me as a bigger-butted woman and might be good starting points. Good luck!
Love,
VictoriaStephen
To Tyler C
Yeah that TikTok trend of destroying bathrooms is just something else. I hope some of those who destroyed the bathroom had to have an embarrassing situation happen to them. I know I wouldn't be able to last the entire day without having to go pee at school. Crazy that some people are experiencing accidents because of that whole situation.Jry
Reply to David P
David P: Thank you for your kind comments! Yes, Paul (the teenager) is a kind guy, and I think we get along well, although we do not interact much except when we cross paths in our apartment building. But it's been twice now that this has happened, and unless either of us moves out, I think it might again happen at some point in the future.
On your question David P, may I ask how old are you and how old (or their age ranges) are the others that are going to be staying at the house? If they are around your age, it may be possible (I would say likely) that you get used to it after a few days, particularly as you discover that no one really cares. Given your constipation issues and/or infrequent visits to the toilet, however, I realize that this may increase your anxiety.
I used to hate going when others are around when I was in my teens, and I am still somewhat uncomfortable if it is people I know but I am not really friends with. You can check some of my older posts (I think it is in 2353 where there is a story of mine about pooping in my university dorm bathroom) to see more or less how I handled it.
I know how anxiety-inducing and uncomfortable it can be, so instead of suggesting to just "try to feel more comfortable" with everyone else around, I could try suggesting the following:
1) Try waking up particularly early and poop before anyone else is awake. They are unlikely to be paying any kind of attention and if someone wakes up they will likely go back to sleep and have no idea what is going on.
2) Put some toilet paper inside the toilet bowl so your poop does not plop or splash while you are releasing it.
3) Do not sit on the toilet seat but on the rim, and lift your knees as much as you can so you are kind of squatting. This will help you poop.
4) Try drinking something warm at night and again in the morning, 1 hour before you want to go to the bathroom. Hot drinks stimulate your bowels.
These are my suggestions so far, but please feel free to ask more questions or ask for advice and if I have some good ideas, I will share them with you. If you want to read a more detailed story of me doing any of these, please also let me know.
Wishing you the best of lucks!
Jry
Sunday, October 17, 2021
James
Replies to Jenny and Jry
Skidmarked in Seattle Jenny - yes, I'm from the UK. In British English, "pants" always refers to underpants (or to something being a bit rubbish, or being nonsensical, as mentioned by Mina, Hisae, Kazuko and Maho). Every generation of British kids has found it unintentionally hilarious the first time we watched a US children's TV show in which characters talked about their trousers as "pants" because of how this shifts the understanding just enough to make it seem silly. Women might wear knickers and men boxer shorts, but these can both still be called "pants" - but it perhaps refers most of all to the briefs and Y-fronts worn by men and boys. One possible etymology is that the word "trousers" never really spread in the early days of the USA, being displaced by "pantaloons", which is the word for a type of trouser that was ubiquitous at the time. Over the years, "pantaloons" was shortened to "pants" in the USA, whilst "underpants" was shortened to "pants" in the UK. There are other theories though.
The first time I visited America, I found terms like "restroom" confusing until I figured out it was a euphemism - this term isn't generally used in the UK but sounds superficially like it might mean the same as our "cloakroom", which is a room you can leave your coat in and possibly wash your hands in, but which won't contain a toilet. There are plenty of other examples of toilet- or anatomy-related words that have very different meanings in different forms of English though.
Jry - there were no other incidents relating to my brother being ordered to stay on the toilet, because I complained to my parents after the sleepover incident about how embarrassing it was to have a friend over and then neither of us be allowed to use the loo, although I never admitted to exactly why it was so embarrassing that evening. They gave me priority use of the toilet over him after that, and in any case stopped trying to get him to sit on the toilet for so long, as it didn't really help. He grew out of that problem when he was about ten (maybe eleven), around the same time that the house was extended and we got an additional toilet.
Regarding teenage accidents and near-misses - I already posted about a couple of my teenage accidents (one on the way to school after having too much fibre the night before, the other due to too much sorbitol). I had several accidents either during or after exams, particularly my GCSEs when I was sixteen. Probably the worst was when I pooed myself comprehensively during a morning exam, and had to run straight home afterwards to have enough time to change my clothes before going back for an afternoon exam. Not only did running with pooey pants cause my trousers to get very messy, but I had the same thing happen in the last few minutes of the second exam as well, so I had to repeat the whole process when I got home at the end of the afternoon. At least I didn't have to run home the second time, but when I needed to go again during the walk home I just let it all out in a rather resigned way, so the clean-up was no easier. Anxiety and caffeine have both always tended to make my poos mushier and much more urgent, and secondary school exams usually involved plenty of both. Although my control was generally getting better as I got older, the exams also got longer (up to three hours) and were more important.
Whilst I did have the occasional near-miss where I would reach the toilet at the same time as I could feel poo starting to come out, this wasn't that common. What tended to happen would be that I either managed to hang on all the way home and then let it out as normal on the toilet, or occasionally a soft lump of poo would come out as I walked, but would relieve the pressure enough that I could then make it home before the rest came out. If that happened, I would turn my pants inside-out over the toilet to drop the lump in (if it hadn't stayed between my bum-cheeks) and then wipe out my pants, which would then be hidden away in my bedroom for future cleaning or wearing on one of the walks I mentioned in my last post. I did have an occasional incident where a poo like that came out just as I got home, in which case the clean-up was usually easier.
Other than in exams, I didn't mess my pants during lessons in secondary school, but I did still have the occasional accident on my way home, and what usually happened if an initial lump came out was that the pressure would build up instead of easing off, and I'd find myself having further splurges of mushy poo run out, usually each softer than the last. The sensation was quite distinctive - I'd feel the pressure build up and the strength in my sphincter start to fail, then there would be a sudden rush of warm softness as the poo beat me and started to come out, before the pressure reduced enough for me to clamp down again, after which the cycle would repeat. If I was close to home when this happened I'd usually keep trying to hold back as much as possible in the hope of getting at least some of it to come out into the toilet, which would make for an easier clean-up, but if I was still quite a way from home I would sometimes just give in to the inevitable and allow it to work its way out. Doing that felt like (and was) giving in, but it did mean I could finish walking home without having to constantly fight not to keep pooing my pants. When I was 14-15, this certainly wasn't as common as when I was 10-11, but when it did happen I tended not to mind as much, as I knew lots of alternative paths home that were unlikely to have anyone else wandering along them to see me, and I was very confident by that age that I could sort out my underwear at home without anyone finding out. As far as my parents were concerned, I stopped having accidents before I turned 13.
There was one time when I was walking home when I was about 15 when I actually did it in my pants somewhat on purpose - it was one of the very few times I'd been feeling a bit constipated and bloated, and unusually I'd even gone to the loo at school to try and push the poo out because the sense of vaguely needing to go but not being able to was making me feel a bit sick (and I've written before about how much I hated feeling even the slightest bit queasy). In my final lesson of the day I started to feel the urge again, and I figured I'd try again once I got home. However, shortly after I set off from school the urge suddenly built up quite a bit, and it felt like I might be able to get the poo out right now. There was no-one around, and I had a stomach ache, so I decided to push hard as I walked, hoping the rhythm of walking would help ease it out so that I could get some relief. I was betting that if I did get it to come out, it would be so hard and dry that it would sit in my pants without staining them and be easy to empty out at home. I relaxed my bum and pushed, and felt a wide, hard poo slowly start to edge out, before speeding up and then falling out into my pants - but the hard part of the poo was only a couple of inches long, and then a large amount of rather runny mush followed it out with some explosive wet farts before I could do anything about it. I could feel it making my pants sag down slightly as the poo worked its way under my crotch and around to the front of my underwear. Barely two minutes later, I felt a strong cramp in my stomach and a sudden surge of pressure, making me feel desperate to poo again, and another rush of mush and gas splattered out despite me trying to hold it back. I could feel it starting to leak down my legs and I was also worried that it was going to overflow the top of my pants and trousers at the back, so I hurried home before things could get any worse. Fortunately I managed to peel off my trousers and pants and sit on the loo before the next round of cramps and mush happened. The clean-up took a long time as the poo had got everywhere (even on my socks), and I had to take the next couple of days off school as I continued to have frequent gassy diarrhoea before things settled down. Thankfully I wasn't sick at all.
It turned out I'd had a type of mild food poisoning that sometimes starts with a bit of constipation before the diarrhoea kicks in, which was why my stomach had been feeling so unsettled and bloated with it. Although I deliberately pushed out the first part of the poo as I was walking, I have no doubt it would have come out in my pants anyway given how desperate I was before the second round came out. I did wonder whether the urge to push it out had arisen because at some subconscious level I knew that I was about to have a runny poo and my body just wanted to get it over with.
your name Jasmin K
Replys and today's poo
Hi all
First reply to skidmark in Seattle Jenny and David P
Thank you for you caring comments and I have spoken again to my GP , I said that I was concerned that my poo was black and very hard to push out. I was told it was the side effect of the iron is supplement and to stop or reduce the amount taken to 1 every 2 or 3'days. I did this and now my poo is back to a more normal colour and not all little pebbles, yesterday and today there was also a knobbly log. I didn't mention the other things, had that discussion a while ago and I am trying to eat some veg and fibre even if it's only 1 or 2. times a week. The blood from my ass is bright red and is only on the surface of my poo and it's fresh bright red on toilet paper too, I've checked if it's inside my poo and it's not ( don't ask how but let's say I'm not squeamish about handling poo ) so I'm not worried about it.
When I went for my morning poo I put the thing in the toilet bowl to collect my poo so I could see how much I did having reduced the iron supplement. I sat and started straining and after a few minutes some pebbles came out and some of that mucous stuff. I strained down hard and could feel pressure inside and after several big hard pushes making my ass dome out I felt it start stretching as some or poo emerged, this was a log and felt big. Several hard strains and it was out. A knobbly log about 8 inches long,and a really long pee . I emptied the container in the water and re sat pushed farted a mucous fart and another log came out. I wiped, pushed my bulging ass back in pulled my knickers up flushed and washed my hands. About 40 minutes and a good poo.
Jaz KJW
Question for Brady
You wrote: [Merrilee would] "sometimes encourage me to come in while she was working on a poo".
Do you think watching her "working" on a poo left you with any kind of permanent imprint on your psychie?
My Mother's method of toilet training was to take me in the bathroom with her, place me on my potty chair and proceed to poop on the toilet in front of me. I am sure she must have done this many times because I wasn't potty trained till I was 3 years old. Yet I remember only one time, my Mother was VERY constipated and she struggled, strained, and grunted for a long time before there was a loud plop in the toilet. I have been left with a lifelong curiosity about the intimate details of woman's constipation struggles.-- JW
Lewis
@Jry
Hi and thanks for your reply and I enjoyed your dramatic story! I'm not sure I will be looking back with that much fondness! With your questions...
1. It was not that interesting! I think it was more a case of the curry pushed forward the breakfast and lunch aha I would say that unlike most people on this forum it's normally a pretty similar experience for me. I just sit down get my phone out and it just sort of happens. When I was at school it was sort of regular sort of just after I got home from school at about 4pm then I dunno why I sort of changed about when I started at college and probably go twice one day morning and night then the next day around lunchtime now aha
2. I don't think it was quite as dramatic as maybe you thought lol although we had all sort of said we needed to go we weren't like that scene in American Pie or anything! I was waiting for Tyler to come out as he is my best mate of like 10+ years and I was worried about him. We had a quick chat about how it was and then I grabbed the magazine off him and went in aha. The magazine was then left on a table and while we were up drinking people ripped a few pages out and went to do what they needed to do - there was not a que or anything. I don't think anyone was that uncomfortable I don't think they mentioned it if they were. I have known most of them for years and we know most of what each other get up to!
Thunder
Unisex Bathrooms
Where I come from unisex bathrooms are becoming rather common. I note the benefits previously mentioned in various posts, however, from a point of practicality I have seen a line up for the ladies toilets and the men's toilets vacant. I pubs and various places I have seen women using the men's when the queue for the ladies toilets are too long.
I use the public toilets in the park almost every week day and they are gender neutral. The toilets I use are made of metal so you sit on steel!
That does not bother me at all...in fact I find it easy to do a poo in those toilets that other normal toilets....I have no idea why?
My toilets do not get high usage and only a few times has a women done a poo when I have been in the next cubicle.
One thing I hope is that nobody, male or female, puts off a BM or a good wee for fear of public toilets and unisex at that.
I want to start this story by saying this is not my first accident, and even since this wasn't my last. However this was my most embarrassing. I was in my university gym, lifted a few weights (I'm not a body builder but am trying to get fitter at least and I've been to the gym like 3 times now). Anyway I lifted a few weights than hit the treadmill. Idk what it was specifically but after 10 minutes my stomach started to feel a little funny but still not sick so to speak.
I jumped off the treadmill to grab a drink of water, and since no one was around let out a little fart just to help my stomach. I felt my butt open and a tiny bit of liquid came out. It was just between my butt cheeks but I felt it, clenched, my heart sank and my stomach started cramping really hard. I ran to the bathroom, with the urge to go quickly increasing from nothing to alot. I stupidly decided to get my bag first, and in doing so, by the time I closed the door on the bathroom stall, put my bag on the hanger turned around to look at the toilet, I exploded in my Nike Pro compression shorts. Instantly filling them. Unfortunately I was also wearing a under armour womans thong, so the shit exploded in two directions and just puddled in my pants.
I kicked my shoes off, socks off, tank top off and carefully removed my pants and thong, which needless to say where completed ruined. I wrapped it all up, put it in the bin and changed into my day clothes. I went home pretty upset, until i got to my house I found it kinda funny. I told my sister who has a pretty big history of shitting herself as well. She's two years older (Katie). Who I walked in on, and she was mopping the floor in a towel. Turns out she was walking around the house in full back panties and shirt, after waking up, bent over to pick something up, farted and filled her panties. Some got on the floor and we had a laugh about our combined pants shitting.
Mike
Desperate relief
I have had a few days off work and today was my first day back I got up this morning and sat on the toilet to see if I needed a poo which I didn't I have been getting up later with being on holiday so I think my routine had changed I went to work and let out a few farts throughout the day when I returned In the evening I had my tea then about an hour later I got a desperate urge to poo I was busy messing about with something when I couldn't concentrate on anything and needed to get to the toilet I went pulled my jeans and boxers down and sat immediately I farted and an avalanche of soft poo flew out it was over in about 10 seconds I quickly flushed while seated and waited to see if I needed to go some more I was done but it was a great relief to go and I had goosebumps on my legs I got up wiped my bum and had to clean the toilet with brush where my poo had hit the pan I left leaving behind the smell
SIS Jenny
Vulnerablity
Hi Kristi-
Just another though about you massage appointment. I hope you recovered fully from the stress for the fart. I am happy you had a supportive massage therapist.
It was ok to have feelings about the fart. Farting, peeing and pooping are very vulnerable activities, and like sex it something we don't like to share everyone, perhaps we don't want EVERYONE sharing with us ALL the time. Some times our bowel and bladder bodily functions kind of intrigue our minds like sex does.
I don't think its a coincidence that sex and going to the bathroom require us to expose ourselves. They are very vulnerable and human positions and situation and are perhaps exciting when we share with selective people. Maybe that's why our husbands are intrigued we lower our pants in the bathroom as much as if we lower our pants in the bedroom. Also sex and going the bathroom feel so good and probably activate the same part of our brain.
That being said I want to give you a virtual hug for your tears when you farted with a "strange" person. It's ok to have those feelings
On a humorous side...I just farted as well. I wont lie...I'm kind of embarrassed as I am at work, although I don't think anyone is around, My heart rate is increased as I look around to make sure. Also... the fart felt good to get out!. I might feel even better to drop a bomb before my next patient. I probably wont have time to post about it so I am just going to enjoy it and try to get my booty as clean as I can with the 1 ply toilet paper. Got to go!
What makes you fart?
I am sure we all have been wondering. What is suppose to make us fart?
I am having a boys night with bevarages, so we might as well do a farting competition. We have first prices as a kiss with the ladies later. What can we eat to make us fart? Is there anything you would suggest
Kristi
Replying to Emmagurl
"Have you ever had to pee so bad you did it in a bad place?"
Define "bad place" lol.
I've peed outside probably 200 times. I don't consider that "bad".
My college roommate would take forever on the toilet pooping so on a dozen or so occasions I peed in the sink. Bad? Nah.
I pee in the shower almost every day. But seriously... who doesn't?
Parking garages, the great outdoors, alleyways... you name it, I've probably pissed there.
There was a time when I was leaving a bad relationship. I might have relieved myself on his couch. Wasn't out of desperation. Just wanted to let him know what I thought of him.Deacadence
The Last Poop Your Partner Took
Hey everyone, for those of you that have a wife/girlfriend,/boyfriend etc. What is the story/how was the last poop your partner took infront of you?Tyler C
Internet Trend
I don't know if any of you have heard of the "devious licks" trend that's blown up on TikTok the last month or so. Basically, ever since school started back up, kids have basically been vandalizing and stealing stuff from their school's bathrooms. It's led to some schools closing some or all of their bathrooms, which implicitly means that the school's restroom policy is that all peeing and pooping is required to be carried out within the students' trousers. It's more of a high school thing, but I guess some college kids do it too, but I haven't heard of it at my college.
I'm at an age where I don't really have any close friends who are in High School anymore, but my cousin Krista, who's in 11th Grade, did tell me that her school's bathrooms were closed for a bit, and that she did know a couple of people who didn't quite make it to the end of the day with dry underwear. Her brother Aiden, who's still in Middle School, luckily goes to a school which hasn't been too affected by this challenge and thus hasn't shut down their bathrooms. My cousin Jesse, from my last story, is also in 11th grade now, and I saw him post on social media about his school's bathrooms being closed, but no word on any accidents.
It wouldn't really bother me too much if my college closed bathrooms since I've gotten better in recent years at having covert controlled "accidents" when I can't get to a bathroom, but this all gives me flashbacks of the time when my elementary school closed their bathrooms due to a water main break which, as those of you who read that story know, ended in a lot of embarrassment for some kids, myself included. Of all the accidents I've had, I was only ever caught a few times, and none of them really traumatized me in any long term way. It's normally just like, "Oh, this sucks. Ah well, I hope I make it next time," but it's different for different people, and I hope that not too many kids walk away from this situation with the humiliation of having to use the bathroom at their desk while surrounded by all their classmates.
Braidy
My babysitting experience with Merrilee
The first babysitter I had that I can remember was Merrilee. She was really open about her bathroom needs. I think I was about 6 or 7. My parents sometimes had to go out of town for church programs. Merrilee was in her first month of high school and I was so mystified by some of the stories she told me and some of her homework she showed me. She would stay at our house for a couple of days at a time. We had only one bathroom and she would allow me, sometimes encourage me to come in while she was working on a poo or in the shower. Sometimes she was complimentary of me. A few times she was critical. What can I say? She was interesting beyond belief.
This is what happened just one weekend when Merrilee walked over to my grade school to pick me up and walk me home. I was on the toilet at the far end of the school. My teacher told her she had seen me walk down there. As soon as she walked in the doorway and up the stair into the bathroom she called me a 'sorry shitter.' As we walked home she explained a lot of people seek out isolated bathrooms when they need to crap. In my case, she was right. But she said at her school if she is given a bathroom pass she must use the closest bathroom. If you are caught in another bathroom you are given detention time. So as she was opening the back door at my house, she said he was exploding with the crap he had been holding since second hour. I'll always remember that she filled the bowl with twice what Mom and I could ever produce together. She would sit, then stand and flush, and then take the seat again for the next round. As I grew older I realized that prevents clogs. Today at 6'8 that trick sure has helped me and Adam in our one toilet apartment. Flushing during a crap works great.
Because Merrilee's family got free tickets to a lot of pro baseball games and arena events, she took me out a lot. These were huge places with huge bathrooms and many, many lines of toilets. Once we were at the ballpark and we shared one of the largest sodas I had ever seen. That caused us to go downstairs to the toilets a couple of times. We would kind of share the same toilet. It was different because of the long lines waiting for an opening. Merrilee asked me to try and predict what each of the ladies in the line in front of us were going to do. It took my mind off my pain and I would whisper to her if it looked like a No. 1 or No. 2. Sometimes No. 2 involved some farting and ladies grabbing their butt with both hands. Those peeing would be moving their feet a lot, looking at their watches, and sometimes through the space between the door and cubicle frequently. I found observing that kind of funny, but now that I'm in my 30s I realize that is intimidation and a violation of privacy. Observing me on the toilet a couple of times with my shorts at floor level Merrilee guessed that I was doing a difficult No. 2. The reason was that my feet remained on the floor and I was not sitting back far on the seat. She was wrong. I was peeing a jugload, but the higher toilet and larger seat was harder for me to get comfortable on. A couple of years earlier I would have been afraid even more because I feared I would fall in. Then when I jumped down and turned it over to Merrilee I was admiring the confidence she showed. She sat pretty far back and her pee poured hard into the bowl. She had me turn my back to her and she used her hands to straighten my hair. Then when she got up and while she was pulling up her jeans I could see her pee was the darkest yellow I had ever seen. The girl, who was about Merrilee's age, quickly pushed past us in the doorway. There was a thud as her butt struck the seat and a couple of explosions that caused us both to look at one another and laugh. Merrilee leaned down and whispered in my ear that we were hearing the ultimate dump. She said something else that was funny, too, but I don't remember what it was. The next day we used a 'portable head'at a street carnival. Merrilee said she heard that a group of guys someplace in the country had tipped the head over while someone was using it. So I was scared and it took me a bit longer to get my pee going that afternoon.
I don't have any qualms about using public toilets today. I travel a lot for my job and when I'm walking our two dogs in the park, my morning crap starts knocking. Luckily the toilets are nearby. I saw Merrilee last year at Wal-Mart buying supplies for her child care business. She had her two daughters with her. I hope they are getting the same toilet-tainment that I did.